◄D A R C Y►
- Where: The Porch. Tags: Open. -
The breeze was cold that mid-morning. As it usually was. She had an oversized leather jacket thrown across her pale shoulders, a shirt that would be more suited to a male just visible underneath. Her neck was littered with tattoos, and so was her arms legs and torso, yet they could not be seen. Her long legs were clad in pale skinny jeans, a few rips giving away the inked skin beneath. Her feet were bare, and hung lazily over the edge of the couch on which she layed. Her sleepy steel grey eyes opened quietly to fall on the ceiling above her head, a dull ache in her skull forcing her awake. She seamed to have fallen asleep on the couch after coming home last night, at whatever time that had been. She sat up and held her head between her hands for a moment, registering the fact that there were numerous people around. She smiled at anyone who met her eyes as she shrugged out of her jacket and walked outside, sitting down quietly on the front porch and lighting up a cigarette. She hadn't met anyone just yet... she'd start introducing herself once her headache went away.
- Where: The Porch. Tags: Open. -
The breeze was cold that mid-morning. As it usually was. She had an oversized leather jacket thrown across her pale shoulders, a shirt that would be more suited to a male just visible underneath. Her neck was littered with tattoos, and so was her arms legs and torso, yet they could not be seen. Her long legs were clad in pale skinny jeans, a few rips giving away the inked skin beneath. Her feet were bare, and hung lazily over the edge of the couch on which she layed. Her sleepy steel grey eyes opened quietly to fall on the ceiling above her head, a dull ache in her skull forcing her awake. She seamed to have fallen asleep on the couch after coming home last night, at whatever time that had been. She sat up and held her head between her hands for a moment, registering the fact that there were numerous people around. She smiled at anyone who met her eyes as she shrugged out of her jacket and walked outside, sitting down quietly on the front porch and lighting up a cigarette. She hadn't met anyone just yet... she'd start introducing herself once her headache went away.
◄C H R I S T I A N►
- Where: Downstairs. Tags: Zoella. -
Christian didn't have a mirror. He simply ran his fingers through her brown hair a few times, and ruffled it around until it sat right. It was a medium/long length, and swept naturally into a deep side part that gave him an edgy, almost scene/goth look. To add to this, a piercing ran through his bottom lip, and another decorated his eyebrow. If you could catch sight of the silver stud while he talked, it was also noticeable that he had a bar through his tongue. Apart from all this, he was generally a normal teenager... if normal could be defined so easily. He walked downstairs that morning, in nothing but a pair of black skinny jeans that hung low over his hips. He walked with his head down, his hair falling into his dark yet friendly eyes. His body was lean, and bore a few scattered tattoos, inked tastefully here and there. He made his way through the lounge room towards the kitchen, stopping briefly as he heard a timid sort of 'hello' come from the front door. He turned on his heel, shaking his hair out of his eyes and letting a playful grin shape his mouth.
"Hiya... new?"
He asked, stretching lazily. It was quite apparent that he was already very at home.
- Where: Downstairs. Tags: Zoella. -
Christian didn't have a mirror. He simply ran his fingers through her brown hair a few times, and ruffled it around until it sat right. It was a medium/long length, and swept naturally into a deep side part that gave him an edgy, almost scene/goth look. To add to this, a piercing ran through his bottom lip, and another decorated his eyebrow. If you could catch sight of the silver stud while he talked, it was also noticeable that he had a bar through his tongue. Apart from all this, he was generally a normal teenager... if normal could be defined so easily. He walked downstairs that morning, in nothing but a pair of black skinny jeans that hung low over his hips. He walked with his head down, his hair falling into his dark yet friendly eyes. His body was lean, and bore a few scattered tattoos, inked tastefully here and there. He made his way through the lounge room towards the kitchen, stopping briefly as he heard a timid sort of 'hello' come from the front door. He turned on his heel, shaking his hair out of his eyes and letting a playful grin shape his mouth.
"Hiya... new?"
He asked, stretching lazily. It was quite apparent that he was already very at home.


